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mister-eames · 6 days

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Hi Dee! So who do you think is more of a risk taker, Arthur or Eames?

Most of Arthur’s motives on the job seem to be to protect his team from danger, but I usually headcanon him as being quite fearless and maybe enjoying the thrill of danger for himself. Enjoying being thrown any sort of unexpected shit and still coming up on top, that's his point of pride and what makes him best as his job (and of course his level of preparedness helps but as we saw there's always something that comes up).

On the other end Eames reads to me as someone who's rather cautious and cares about his own safety, probably before anyone else (with the exception of Arthur, he'd do anything for him). He seems to be more one for an intellectual challenge, and unleashing the full power of a mind's creativity is what gets him off, so to speak.

Does it make sense? That's how I read them but sometimes it seems a bit contradicting, I don't know. Do you read them differently?

I’m sorry I took a lot of time this is such a great ask I had so much fun thinking about this thanks for sending this ily val ♥️

one of the best qualities arthur and eames as characters have is being able to carry two very contradicting traits at the same time. imo, that’s the reason that they’ve continued to stand the test of time as well and the reason why we can easily imagine them in any given situation or an au. pirates? yes! bakery owners? yes yes! pirates who sell fluffy crumpets? yes yes yes!!

having said that, I absolutely agree with you. arthur often being a very cautious guy because he has already thought of (and is secretly enjoying) the most unprecedented and unpredicted thing that can happen and eames being a natural risk taker because he is already well prepared and has made five different escape plans (in his secret moleskin) , makes so much sense.

an on dreamhusbands (my favourite) front, it again hits home cause, what if the reason arthur and eames didn’t see eye to eye the first few times they crossed paths was because they thought the other one was too cautious or too reckless? and the relationship slowly growing as the time goes on, when they realise that the rigid point man is actually quite impressive and the sloppy forger is actually very specific?

it also brings a sense of comfort they can find in each other ; about the whole “relationships where you can rest��.. for arthur, he finds someone who he can rely on the days wants to try the deep end himself, knowing eames will excellently cover his 6o clock and be very creaful about it, and for eames, he finds someone who is willing to take his hand and promise him everything is gonna be just fine, so therefore no, you must never be afraid to dream a little bigger?

#'relationships where you can rest'#gosh #my heart #i love them so much #inception #arthur x eames

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mister-eames · 9 days

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I can tell you, I love him each day Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged I can tell you, I love him each day Terrible sting and terrible storm

#inception #arthur x eames

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mister-eames · 9 days

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Osculation 7/50 - to shut them up (from this list)

Follows on from here. Softness, I suppose. But maybe it's also a bit heavy. Excuse me, I've been at a bit of a low ebb - the mood climbs higher in part 8 :) Also whoops this is 2.3k.

Arthur pulls his bag out of the closet, dumping it on the unmade bed next to where Eames is sitting.

He’s leaving again in the morning. They’re onto something amazing, and every time Arthur gets home he wants to get back to it, chase the next high. He wants to talk about it, wants to tell Eames about the breakthroughs and the developments, about the things they’re going to test. He’s probably being obnoxious, but the one person he wants to talk to probably doesn’t want to hear about it.

It’s conflicting.

So he avoids the issue. He talks about when his plane got delayed, about how Mal was, but that’s as close as he gets to talking about where he’s going, what they’re doing. He doesn’t talk about the restless sensation under his skin when he thinks about going under, about the breathless wonder he feels when he wakes up in dreams of a composite paradise.

He’s pretty sure Eames would listen. He’s half convinced Eames might even like discussing it, at least on a theoretical level, but at the same time he can’t be sure. He doesn’t want to make it sound like he’s trying to talk Eames into coming with him. He doesn’t want to chance it when it’s a reasonable bet that any enthusiasm Eames shows might be put on.

The thing to do is ask, really. Ask if Eames minds him talking about dreaming, rather than assuming he doesn’t. Only there never seems to be a good time. It always feels like he’ll be souring the mood.

There’s never going to be a good time though, not really, and the longer he feels like he doesn’t know if it’s okay to talk about it the more conflicted he feels. This conversation feels stilted, the omissions seeming all the more obvious because Arthur keeps starting sentences with ‘Dom said’, or ‘Mal thinks’, then cutting himself off and changing the subject.

Eames doesn’t say much, takes items of clothing out of the jumbled mess of Arthur’s bag to fold them and put them back in again neatly.

All of a sudden something increasingly familiar wells up in Arthur’s chest. Three little words he's been aware of for weeks, and they keep trying to assert themselves. He nearly said it when they were in a queue in the grocery store last Thursday, and again when Eames made them cheese on toast, after Arthur nearly set the kitchen on fire trying to cook toad in the hole.

“Stop it, mom,” Arthur says instead.

“You always complain when you can’t find anything,” says Eames pragmatically, putting several pairs of Arthur’s boxers in one end of the bag before moving onto t-shirts.

“I don’t need you to pack my bag for me,” Arthur replies. He knows he sounds churlish, frustrated by his apparent inability to talk about the things that matter.

“Well you’ll just have to put up with it, and suffer the indignity of neatly folded shirts,” Eames counters.

Arthur tries to muster a glare, but it’s halfhearted at best.

“Sorry,” he sighs. “It isn’t really about the clothes.”

“I know,” Eames replies. There is a flicker of understanding in his expression, and somehow that makes it worse, that Eames is being considerate when Arthur is being an ass.

“Arthur,” Eames says, and something in his voice cuts through, bringing Arthur up short.

He turns to face Eames, about to ask what the hell the problem is now, but Eames beats him to it.

“It’s okay,” Eames says. “Honestly. If talking to me about dreamshare means you’re going to end up constantly haranguing yourself for doing it, then don’t. But I honestly don’t mind hearing it.”

Arthur glances between Eames and the open bag on the bed, a bundle of unpaired socks and undershirts clutched in his hands. He can’t tell if Eames is being genuine or not.

“How do I know you’re not just saying that because you think it’s what I want to hear?” Arthur asks him, managing to maintain eye contact.

“Oh you know me,” Eames says, as if that was the last thing he would ever do.

“That’s the thing,” Arthur says quietly. “I do.” He considers his next words. It’s not that he thinks Eames does it to be pleasing, not as such — it isn’t a favourable response that he’s steering for, it’s a predictable one.

“I don’t want you to placate me,” Arthur says. He wants to say that Eames doesn’t need to be honest. He wants to say he hopes Eames feels like he could be, but it’s not something Arthur can ask for. “I don’t want you to have to manage me. Which… I don’t mean I don’t want you to try and say the right thing, I don’t mean that.” He pauses, trying to decide how to word this.

“I don’t want to be something you feel like you need to control,” he adds after a moment. “I don’t want to be something unpredictable you need to, I dunno, accommodate for? To preempt?”

He scowls in frustration, grabbing a shirt off the pile of clothes on the bed and stuffing it into the bag.

“Wait, that doesn’t sound right," Arthur says. "I don’t know— I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to say that it’s okay if you piss me off, because it’s pretty easy to piss me off. And I know you’re quite happy pissing me off, because you do it all the time.”

Eames smiles at him, but it’s a quirk of his mouth rather than amusement.

“But sometimes,” Arthur continues, fumbling for the words and not sure if he’s on the right track. “Sometimes, I also feel like you do it because it’s familiar. Like… that’s what you expect. Like… you’re hiding behind something rather than being honest.”

He says the last part softly, trying to gauge the look on Eames’ face and finding he can’t.

When Eames doesn’t say anything, just continues to fiddle with the collar of a shirt, Arthur drops the remaining clothing into his bag. He’s not sure he’s avoided it sounding like a criticism, and Eames’ lack of response isn’t filling him with confidence, but at the same time he’s glad he said it.

“I don’t want you to say it’s okay if it isn’t,” Arthur says. He looks down at the untidy pile of clothing in his bag. “Huh. That was kind of what I was trying to say all along.”

“I’m not just saying it,” Eames says. He reaches for Arthur’s hand, pulling him so he’s kneeling on the bed. “Stop worrying.”

“But—”

Eames kisses him.

Arthur knows it’s a distraction, but he wants to be distracted. He leans forward, and he wants the press of his tongue to be a missive, to say all the things he doesn’t think he could put into words if he tried.

All the things he isn’t sure would be well received but that he hopes might be.

There is a hitch in Eames' exhaled breath, a brief pause, and in the gap it’s like the possibility of that exists.

He slides his hands over Eames’ shoulders, cupping his face. He presses his thumbs against Eames’ jaw, and kisses him.

He licks over the swell of Eames’ bottom lip, two day’s worth of stubble rasping his tongue when he goes outside the lines. Eames slides his hands up Arthur’s back, wrapping over his shoulders from behind, pulling Arthur’s weight down against him.

He can feel it in his chest, in his throat, the words he’s not said yet that manage to steer his actions all the same, try their hardest to get out past his defences when he’s not expecting it.

This morning he nearly said it when Eames walked into the kitchen to show him the unfortunately placed hole in the crotch of his boxers. Last night he almost said it when Eames slowly inched his feet into Arthur’s lap, angling for Arthur to warm them up.

The night before Eames put his freezing cold hands against Arthur’s arse when he got into bed and Arthur managed to stop the words spilling out into the open by yelling ‘fuck your fucking hands are fucking cold’ instead. He almost embarrassed himself by saying it in response to Eames telling him his repetitive use of the word ‘fuck’ was gauche and unimaginative, that Arthur might like to consider another choice of expletive.

He’s nearly said it more times than he can count. He knows it’s only a matter of time before it escapes, but for now Arthur kisses him. He chases the changes in the rhythm of Eames’ breath, the irregularities that speak of something unscripted, and the hypocrisy of wanting Eames to be honest when Arthur himself is trying to conceal the truth is not lost on him.

“I know you did that just to shut me up,” Arthur breathes against his mouth, then closes the distance again. Eames’ fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him an impossible amount closer.

“Well,” Eames says, tipping his head back slightly so he can look at Arthur. An uncoordinated smile passes over his face, the expression gangly; all limbs but earnest. “You’re partly right.”

The words nearly escape again, at the look on Eames’ face, the playful tone of his voice; at the honesty Arthur knows he’s seeing but can’t trust himself enough to believe.

“Partly?” Arthur asks instead, swallowing them down again. They sit uneasily in his stomach, trapped and waiting for an opportunity to get out.

“Partly it was because you were getting a bit tautological,” Eames says smugly.

“Using words like that in conversation makes you sound like a dick,” Arthur says, because the alternative is to tell the truth.

“That was sort of the idea, yes,” Eames replies, amusement tugging at his mouth. His expression sobers.

“But partly it was just because you’re lovely,” Eames says softly, a flush across his cheekbones. “I know you’re doing it because you’re looking out for me. I. I don’t want you to stop, I just… Want you to know you don’t have to.”

“I… What? Why would I be doing that because I have to?”

Eames doesn’t say anything for a moment, fiddling with the neck of Arthur’s t-shirt.

“Eames?”

“I know I’ve not exactly always told the truth,” Eames says.

The way Eames says it is like an opening line; not quite that it comes with caveats but that the point he’s making bears elaborating on. Arthur waits for him to continue, content to let him reach his conclusion at his own pace, comfortable lying half on top of Eames in the muddle of his packing.

Eames isn’t looking at him, instead looking at his own hands, his fingertips tucked under the neck of Arthur’s t-shirt.

Arthur brushes a thumb over Eames' cheekbone, and a faint smile ghosts it’s way across his face.

Arthur can’t help it, he presses a kiss to where his thumb has just been, breathing in the smell of him as he waits for Eames to speak.

“And it’s not your responsibility to gatekeep that for me,” Eames says finally. “If I’m ‘hiding behind what I say' — as you put it — and then you keep asking me whether it’s the truth… Even if it isn’t, I’m not suddenly going to take it back.”

His fingers clutch slightly at the back of Arthur’s neck before he runs them down his spine.

“I’ve said I want you to tell me about this,” Eames says finally. “Which I do. If that isn’t the truth - which it is - then that’s my problem.”

“But—”

“But nothing. You asked, I answered.”

“Okay. But I don’t want to do it on purpose.”

Eames makes a face. It’s not a smile and not a grimace, hovering somewhere between the two.

“I feel like we’re going round in circles,” Eames says. His hands are warm on the small of Arthur’s back, his thumb stoking lightly against Arthur’s skin. He takes a deep breath, holds it, and it’s warm where he exhales against Arthur’s throat.

“Maybe,” Arthur replies, running his fingers through Eames’ hair.

They are. They’ve had this conversation more than once, will no doubt run up against the same hurdles again. They can’t be circumnavigated, so maybe it’s a question of practice, of jumping smaller ones so that the next time this one comes around they’ve had more time to get better at the approach.

“Why don’t you tell me what you love about it, instead of avoiding all the things you think I’ll hate,” Eames says. “I like hearing your enthusiasm.”

Arthur knows he’s telling the truth, but at the same time he’s afraid he isn’t.

And maybe it’s not just about practice, about throwing himself at the same problem at the same speed every time and hoping that this is the time he makes it over the obstacle, manages to pick his feet up high enough to make the jump.

Maybe it’s about trust, about trusting instinct rather than precedent.

About trusting Eames, too. Trusting Eames’ words rather than his history, their present rather than their pasts.

Eames hasn’t always told the truth. He’s a liar, falls back on falsehoods like they’re a comfort. But just because he’s a liar doesn’t mean all the things he says are untrue.

Arthur thinks about the way Eames sounded the other day, the clear indicator that he thought he was lacking when he said he didn’t know what to do to help, how to comfort.

The look on his face when Arthur said he was doing okay.

He presses a kiss to Eames’ eyebrow.

Maybe if he hears it enough he’ll believe it.

That goes for both of them.

#god #the way you write #it's so so visceral #i feel like i am experiencing this #as i read #as if i am existing in the space between them #i loved eames using his 'big words' to sound like a dick and to veer it somewhat off course #in contrast to arthur's earlier string of curses #*chefs kiss*#actually so satisfying to read #as is the way arthur holds back those 'three words'#the unintentional way they skim over the hard truths by not quite lies #but simple omission #beautiful #i am so so in love with this #inception #arthur x eames #fic

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mister-eames · 9 days

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mister-eames · 10 days

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Arthur and Eames ↳ “Worth a shot”

Requested by - hardigan-miku

#themmmm #boyfriends and husbands and soulmates #the way they are two perfect sides of a coin #heads and tails #who share the same core #something something inception being a story about hope and persevering #they are in love your honor #inception #arthur x eames

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mister-eames · 11 days

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"we mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling" oh, the two of you had sex? you explored each others bodies one drunken night? now the two of you are left to wonder if it meant more to you than it did to him? if the chemistry is nothing more than a game to be won? if asking him to dinner would make you a fool; the loser of the match?

#i am looking respectfully #tell me more OP #my eyes are as wide as saucers and my ears perked like a startled gazelle #inception #arthur x eames

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mister-eames · 12 days

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something something that one tumblr post about someones boyfriend screaming in the shower.. that's arthur. that's arthur who is pretending he's in a metal band, screaming into a shampoo bottle, wet hair plastered all over his face.

eames, the first time he hears in, rushing in with a gun:..... ???

#this is the thing #right #this is my ultra happy headcanon for them #is that eames can't carry a tune #and he lives with arthur #who goes from screamo to show tunes in an instant #out of love sits through musical movies #out of love panics while arthur takes his hands of the wheel to air guitar in the car #listens to arthur murder perfectly good songs by changing their genre into country while hes cooking eggs #and he's so fucking ANNOYING sometimes #eames is like darling i love the sounds ur making but can we not invoke pavarotti over pancakes plz #eames loves him so much anyway #the end #anyway #inception #arthur x eames

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mister-eames · 13 days

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On the topic of pet names, what's your headcanon about Eames' use of them? Does he use them often or only for a few people/situations? Does he have different ones to convey different things?

And Arthur seems the type for shortening names (I can so see him calling the kids Jamie and Pip or something, and Ariadne Ari once he knows her better), but does he use pet names at all? Even just for Eames? Do we consider Mr Eames a nickname?

Thank you for the question val ❣ Sorry I took a long time to reply

Eames, because he’s british and because I’ve seen mr. hardy drops endearments veiled with totally opposite sentiments in his other characters, I feel is quite abundant with his pet names. some, he means them like snarky affectionate“there’s a love” for yusuf or brotherly kind “poppet” for ariadne while SOME, you better start running if you hear them. for example “listen sweetie” before annihilating projections or “calm down pet” for an angry mark .. you know?

however, Id like to think “darling” is only reserved for arthur. that very word is said with anger, happiness, hurt, love, sadness, encouragement, fear, kindness. but he’s not generous with it either. he uses only during certain special moments, and arthur knows this, so once he hears it, he knows eames is saying something he should listen to very well.

arthur .. arthur arthur arthur.. im kind of baffled by him..? I feel like he would use one endearment and one endearment only. babe. and only for eames. only in private. in all the contexts. “babe yes oh god yes” “pass me the sugar babe” “why is my shirt still in the washing machine, babe!”

but when he’s extremely fond, those will slip out in the middle of the job even (good luck getting eames to do any forgery when he hears that directed at him from arthur “here lies eames; a puddle of goo now”)

for others, I think he resorts to their names, and he’ll use his tone to convey the sentiments. it’s the same with babe situation but with the actual names (cobb has heard his name in all the tones known to man kind in the past two years... and some more) for me, arthur is more of a doer than a talker so he’d use one word to give the meaning well..

#accurate x 1millionbilliontrillionGAZILLION #why are you so correct #*hands you a fifty*#tell me all about arthur calling eames babe sparingly #mister eames when he's teasing #and eames being all sorts of creative when it comes to alternative endearments slash monikers #love this #inception #arthur x eames

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mister-eames · 15 days

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If they weren't international criminals, what jobs do you think Arthur and Eames would have?

I can see them in various jobs, some even together, like lawyers who somehow always find themselves on opposite sides, or investigators, but there are so many possibilities and I like most of them, so I wanted to know your opinion :)

p.s. I have a weird fascination with astronomer or even astronaut Arthur, it seems the right kind of precision and exploration of something new and wonderful. But that also may just be me projecting my own impossible childish fantasy combined with Arthur's competence in zero gravity.

Oooh, I love this question!! I also would love to read an astronomer/astronaut Arthur fic! I know there's one where Eames is an astronaut and I think Arthur is an engineer though. Ain't nothing wrong with projecting here, that's what makes fandom interesting!! <3

I think Arthur might be one of two things: An engineer, because I think he would be amazing at it, probably grew up on a diet of MacGyver and Bond, and would be a creative menace in the field. Or, I think I can see him as a teacher/professor (probably of engineering) - because he's clearly very good at it and I think the film illustrates how much he is in his element there. I can totally see him as the nerdy-but-cool prof who just knows everything, from quantum engineering to niche celebrity gossip, to agricultural techniques from the 1300s. The kinda guys who is super smart, but still burns his toast, mispronounces words like 'quinoa' and can't keep a house plant alive kinda teacher. Super cool and helpful, but.. prof, you have a coffee stain on your shirt...again.

Eames. Eames, Eames, Eames. Honestly the first thing I can see him doing is being a whacky as hell therapist/psychologist. Whacky in that the degree is only in name, 99% of the 'formal training' goes out the window, and he just uses whatever the hell techniques he intuitively thinks is best. Patients either adore him or hate him, but they both yield similar results. There is no "and how did that make you feel" in Eames' office. I think he's also in his element when it comes to problem solving, in figuring out how A gets to Z, and every patient is just a house full of issues and problems that he gets to pick apart, throw things at the walls and see what sticks. Probably writes novels in his spare time under the pseudonym Dr. E. Ames (when he's not playing poker, of course).

I can also see how these elements of their characters (guidance, problem solving) are reflected in each other and can apply to pretty much any field -- why Inception AU's are the greatest because they always work!! They can be butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, astronauts or professional golfers and I'd still be like.... ur so right.

#inception #arthur x eames #inception fandom is best fandom

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